Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Paper Plate

    Bits of cheese stuck to the surface. That was my heart. I know. Eating my sorrows away slice by slice. Wanting more. Not getting anything. So easy to throw it away in the plastic bag. Out of sight. Not on your mind. Gnats and flies competing for the leftovers. They annoy you. Swat them away.

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  • Poem: Space Rocket

    Come onboard Hop on Lengthwise Spread yourself out Hold on tight with your fingers You’re going on a ride Engine roars Wheels turn left Gaining speed straightaway Wings take flight Grip on tight with your shoes Still on the outside Should be on the inside People look out Know something is wrong Slows down Lands

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  • Poem: Prison Outbreak

    One coming into the bars, many going out of the bars, quickly, run as fast you can, don’t look back, you got places to be, people to see, and things to pick up again. The loud noises are heard, climbing over fences, hopping on top of brick walls, flirting with disaster all the time, look

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  • Poem: Trickery

    You skip and dance around as if a fool, watch them from far away and snigger. You are not the jester you claim, looking into other’s lives they do not deserve. You adjust harsh punishments, forcing them to wither into little heaps. You arrive to take the brilliance away, knowing they have no mouths to

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  • Poem: Colorful Dream

    Colors swarming above my head. I want to be there with no pressures lingering close by, where I can breathe peacefully. You can too but not as well as others. Bright yellows turn from dark reds. I say so because it’s my dream and not the enemy’s nightmare. Everybody’s fantasies might have died. I’m still

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  • Poem: Loose Leaf

    Scoop up those leaves, take them to your mom and dad, don’t forget the rake, hang it up on the hook, the one that your brother used, that secret you kept for him. They were blind to what he was, but you knew his inner demons, the way he looked at them, eyes gleaming with

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  • Poem: Child Like

    Running toward the swings, wanting to fly high, and touch the clouds, sticking my fingers deep into the fluffiness, but only in my mind. Behind the disguise and far enough away, the texture feels different, I’m not sure if my body will follow my legs, and sail through the air like freedom at last, freedom

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  • Poem: The Move

    Strategic maneuvering to get ahead of everyone and not stay in the middle of the pack. Stomachs settle for he must do better and time will eventually be heard. Some he can answer and be not open-ended like strangers reciting problems on the world stage. Sorrowful voices do not listen and hands aren’t raised in

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  • Poem: Like a Tangerine

    I think of better days, Not bitter like cheap oranges, But juicy with veins you peel off, Not dry like faded orange skins, But sweet as you bite into each piece. I know of better days, They have been dreamed of, And lived through in the past decade, Not many of them but enough of

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  • Poem: Working Hard

    You’re working really hard, aren’t you? Cementing that persona as a badass. Making sure others fear you. The sad thing is this. You are weak for building tension and dishing out criticism. That’s why people whisper behind your back. Say what a bitch you are. Do you know this? You have to or else you

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  • Poem: Bucket Full

    You have blood on your hands Dipping them into a bucket full of red Something you knew was visible They were not magical as you thought You stuffed your mouth with crumbs The lives you have destroyed The souls you have crushed You will pay for all of this destruction Survivors do not forget their

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  • Poem: Tick Tock

    Tick tock, around the clock, the mouse went down in a hurry. Eleven past midnight, it will soon be twelve in a flurry. My legs won’t move fast enough for the chase. What should I do in this case? Where is my cane? Where is the hook? Why do I have to get out of

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  • Poem: Lump

    there’s a lump in my heart, where my throat should be, vice versa, not versa vice, and I’m not going to cry this time, no, I will not cry for you. it’s too dark to see within me, not around me, it’s too bright, the glare hurts my eyes, and I know what needs to

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